A/N: This pairing was found by thecompletebookworm, so if you write it, give her a little shoutout! I don't own Harry Potter.

I am what I am

Colin was always an odd character, or so Eloise thought. He pranced around with his silly camera, thinking of no one but himself, and kept asking Potter for an autograph!

All right, all right, she was lying. Colin was no selfish bastard, nor was he a narcissist in any way, or a demented fanboy. He was simply... new... to this odd, odd world they were trapped in. But after five years, one would expect him to have grown used to it, yet simple, tiny things excited him. Such as a ghost – they Grey Lady was his favourite, perhaps, because she was rather kind to him, where others outed him for simply being curious. Curiosity was not a sin, after all.

He was just... so ignorant their world, that it was almost sweet. That was why when he came up to her, she frowned. He wanted to take a picture of her, because she was such a unique individual.

"Are you teasing me about my face?" She boldly asked him. He blinked repeatedly, shocked.

"No, I don't see why I would do that." He said, confused. "Your face has nothing wrong with it."

"Are you blind?"

He laughed. "If I were blind, would I be able to take photos, silly girl."

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

This caught her off guard.

"Why are you so curious?"

"Why not?"

"Must you counter everything I say?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

He opened his mouth, but she cut across him. "No, don't say 'why not?'"

He grinned. "Well played."

"Thanks. Now, why the hell do you want a photo of me?"

"I just want to take one of you, you can have it."

"What do you see in me?"

"Myself."

Again he caught her off guard.

"Meaning?"

"You're judged by your face, whereas I am judged by my camera."

"Well, you do always have it with you."

"Not the point. It's a material object. People tend to pity me because of it, they say I hide behind it."

"Just like I'm judged by my acne."

"It's puberty. We all face it." He rolled his eyes. "And everyone telling themselves different is kidding themselves."

"You seem smart."

"Um... thank you?"

She laughed. "It was an observation, Creevey."

"Colin. Creevey sounds..."

"Creepy?" She guessed. He grinned. "Well, you're not."

"Even after I asked you to take a photo of you just to give it to you?"

"Even after that. You see me for what I am."

"Yes. A sweet, shy girl, that hides behind a book."

"I am what I am." She grinned at him.

"And I don't praise or pity. I just want to be..."

"Me." She ended his sentence. "Except you want to be you, and not me..."

"Obviously. Now, can I?" He lifted the camera, his eyes flitting to the camera and back. She smiled and nodded. "Smile." He instructed, and she did. For the first time in her life, Eloise Midgen smiled at a boy, and she didn't feel like she had to hide her face.

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A/N: Some of the dialogue was inspired by a song I heard once, I just cannot remember the name. But the lyrics are: "I am what I am, I don't praise, I don't want pity, I bend my own drum..." Something like that. Please review!